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Too right. Like, do you guys really want to start talking about sheer disappointment? Do you guys really want to go into 200+ years of flawed, corrupt, unlikeable, disappointing white male candidates that people voted for because they were the lesser evil in the end? You guys really want to mount that horse? I don’t

When this motherfucker has the best take of the bunch, you know they fucked up.

And yet, you have not yet written a four-paragraph essay about how you didn’t really have to, or want to, and how imperfect she is, and what a struggle it was to reconcile your personal purity-tests against the grim meathook realities of the candidates, and how you’d much rather vote for someone you’re personally

As a straight white male:

Those dudes all expect participation ribbons at the very least.

Boy, you’re really pissed at the Deadspin choads, huh?

Utah checking in, long line this morning (30 min.) wait. Lots of open carrying and not so well concealed carry going on. The old white dudes contingent showed up and talked somewhat loud about Trump. One guy made the remark that everyone coming out looked like the had been looking at something nasty in the fridge. So

I woke up in Columbus, Ohio at 6 a.m., slapped on my “The Future is Female” sweatshirt, and headed to my polling place at about 6:35. The line was already outside the building. I waited for about 20 minutes, and got to an electronic voting machine. I got on page 3 of 8, when my machine started acting up. The touch

I voted today with my 2 year old daughter. The voting place is at a school around the corner from our house. So, we walked there and she chatted away, as little girls do. I realize that to her it was just a nice, little walk with Mama. But for me, it was a walk that a lot of women didn’t get to ever make in our

Love this! I am surprised by how excited I am. I know a lot of people voted early and were encouraging as many people as possible to do so. I decided to wait until today, because it’s my birthday, and I’m so happy I did. It feels really wonderful to cast my ballot for the first woman president of this country. I think

I’ve voted in about 20 elections in the UK. I’ve never queued, never taken more than 60 seconds.

I wish it was a surprise that all the female staff are upfront about voting for Hillary while a lot of the (mostly white) male staff either aren’t voting for either candidate because they’re not in a contested state or have to “hold their nose” to vote for her.

Good kinja

Drew’s fine; Drew can stay.

It’s astonishing isn’t it?

Hillary isn’t necessarily my ideal candidate, she’s also not a racist, egotistical demagogue with an inability to feel anything other than self-love and spite.

“Voting is fine, but it’s not enough about me. How can I make it less about other people and more about my perception of myself?”

Who the fuck are these people?